D. H. Lawrence

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

Having achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.

I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.

There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.

You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.

The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

The living moment is everything.

Whatever life may be, and whatever horror men have made of it, the world is a lovely place, a magic place, something to marvel over. The world is an amazing place.

They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.